Soft rays of sunlight were making their way through the curtains when Beth slowly opened her eyes the next morning. She was still half asleep when she moved her body along the sheets, twisting and stretching, her arms reached out over her head. A content sigh made its way past Beth's lips as the remains of her dream faded like sand running through her fingers. Beth could not remember the last time she had felt this relaxed in the morning. It felt like pure energy had replaced her blood and it was cursing through her body like a drug.
A soft knock on the door demanded Beth's attention before she had the chance to question just why she felt the way she did. Another knock, a little harder this time, made Beth sit up on the bed. Pulling the blanket up over her chest and smoothing down her hair, Beth spoke a soft invitation.
Beth caught a glimpse of the avox who had opened the door before a member of the presidential staff walked through the door followed by another avox who carried a tray that seemed to be covered with a variety of dishes.
'Good morning, Madame.' The staff member inclined and lowered her head politely before she continued speaking. 'If I may introduce myself, my name is Lyra Patel and I have just recently joined the President's staff. It is a pleasure to meet you.'
'Thank you, Miss Patel, the pleasure is all mine.' Beth was used to seeing Snow's staff almost everywhere, it hadn't taken her long to get desensitized to seeing them in her bedroom every now and then as well.
'President Snow requested for you to not be disturbed and woken up this morning. He would like to inform you that your scheduled appointments for today have been canceled. While he deeply regrets not having you join him for those appointments as well as the meals he deemed your rest a far more important matter.' Lyra paused for a moment while she turned and gestured for the avox to set the tray down on the small table next to the window.
Beth took that time to study the woman in her bedroom. She was tall, Beth guessed Lyra had to be at least a head taller than her, and her skin was tanned which complimented her sharp hazel eyes. Lyras glossy black hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail that framed her sharp, high cheekbones. Beth's train of thought was interrupted when Lyra started speaking again.
'The kitchen has prepared this lunch for you, dinner will be brought to you in the evening, please enjoy.' Lyra quickly gestured towards the tray before getting back to business. 'The President has requested that you get as much rest as you may need today and meet him in his private library in the evening. His last meeting is scheduled to end around 10.'
'Thank you.' Beth gave Lyra a quick nod before the bedroom door was closed again leaving Beth to herself.
Beth's eyes widened when the realization hit her and last night's events started to come back to her. Lunch? What time was it? Library? Did what she thought happened in the library last night really happen?
The sleepiness had fully worn off by the time Beth rolled over to the other side of the bed, flicked her wrist, and activated the display. 14:07. It was past 2 in the afternoon.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Beth slowly got up after setting an alarm.
Not only did Beth not remember the last time she had slept that well, she also didn't remember the last time she had managed to sleep that long. To say that Beth was confused would have been an understatement, but most of all, the more she thought about it, it was his reaction to her distress that left her stunned, and perplexed, and surprised, and more than anything else, it left her wanting more.
It felt like Beth was having a deja vu when she entered the library at night. The halls were empty and she could see the same lamp as yesterday illuminating the corner of the room. Only yesterday Beth had been barefoot and in her nightgown, looking for a distraction from her spiraling thoughts, wanting nothing more than some peace and quiet. And now she was dressed in gray kitten heels and a tight gray cashmere dress, her hair and makeup done, slowly walking towards the one person that made her mind scream.
Snow slowly looked up from his book when Beth's footsteps announced her arrival. It seemed as if time was moving in slow motion as she closed the distance between them almost in a trance. The noise of the book snapping shut cut through the silence before Snow sat it aside on the table beside him.
'I trust you slept well?' Snow's words rang through the air as he took a couple moments to study his wife. Beth did look better, the color had made its way back into her cheeks, potentially encouraged by the lingering embarrassment of last night's events, and her eyes met Snow's with a sparkle in them that could only come from a well rested and alert person.
'I did.' The color on Beth's cheeks intensified, confirming Snow's suspicion. 'Thank you.'
Again there was silence for a couple seconds while Snow's gaze held Beth's before he leaned back in the big armchair and gestured for her to come closer. Beth stopped only when her knees hit the front of the chair in between Snow's legs.
The sharp inhale that forced itself into Beth's lungs when Snow's hand ghosted over the back of her leg mirrored the inhale that had announced her sobs the day before, but this time it was a reaction to the warmth that was spreading through Beth's body like a wildfire. Her body was startled by the softness of Snow's touch, his fingers drew circles on the back of her knee while his other hand slowly moved up along the side of her thigh to rest on her hip.
'We should go to bed, sleeping well for one night is hardly enough.' It sounded very reasonable, it sounded almost like a promise to Beth's ears. Beth couldn't deny that it sounded tempting but she had no desire to go for it at the expense of untangling herself from Snow's arms and Snow didn't seem particularly interested in taking his own suggestion either. Instead Snow's hand hooked itself under Beth's knee and helped her position her leg next to his thigh on the chair. Snow's other hand on her hip steadied her while Beth's hands found his shoulders for support. The fabric of her dress stretching before it gave in to the pull of her movement and traveled up her thighs.
'Yes, getting some rest sounds like a good idea.' Beth's words turned into a sigh when her other knee settled into the cushions of the chair, her fingers dug into the fabric of Snow's jacket as his hands traveled up and laced themselves around Beth's waist.
In Beth's mind Snow's answer turned unintelligible, his low voice rumbling through the library like thunder, when she lowered herself fully onto his lap. Beth's skin erupted into goosebumps when her core made contact with the bulge in Snow's pants. The fabric of her panties and his pants did nothing to hold back the heat that was pooling between them. Beth's head fell forwards, nestling itself into Snow's neck, as she started to roll her hips. Her mouth falling open, it felt like an electric shock surged through her body when the button on Snow's pants rubbed against her clit through her flimsy underwear.
Snow's fingers were digging into the soft flesh of Beth's butt when her lips attached themselves to his neck. Praise was falling from his lips while his hand encouraged her to keep moving, rewarding her with a squeeze every time she made herself moan.
A soft scream tore its way out of Beth's throat when Snow's other hand made short work of her panties and his fingers found her clit. He slid his fingers along her slit, gathering moisture, spreading it, and gently rubbing circles against Beth's most sensitive spot.
Beth's hips moved against Snow's hand almost frantically, desperate for more friction, desperate for him to move his fingers more. It didn't take long for Snow to oblige, the heel of his hand grinding into her clit while he pushed two fingers into her. Beth's core spasmed and fluttered against his finger, pulling him deeper.
Soft moans mixed with the obscene sounds of Beth's wet cunt when Snow started moving his fingers in and out of her, twisting and turning them, curling them inside of her to hit that velvety spot that made her forget how to breathe. Snow's hand on her butt moved in sync with Beth's hips, pushing them forward and pulling them back, as she chased her high on his fingers. The only evidence of the silent scream that died in the crook of Snow's neck was Beth's drawn out exhale when the knot in her belly finally snapped under the pressure and flooded Beth's entire body with warmth.
Beth collapsed against Snow, her arms going limp on his shoulders and sliding down his front, as her cunt fluttered lightly around his fingers, her juices dripping down Snow's hand.
It took Beth a couple moments to catch her breath, the comfortable feeling of complete relaxation, coaxed out of her by her orgasm, rendering her boneless, before she started moving against Snow again. Her hand slowly traveled downwards to his belt.
Soft praise reached Beth's ears again when she undid the buckle, Snow's hand on her butt moved to her thigh, gripping her hard enough to leave bruises, helping Beth lift herself when the muscles in her legs seemed to not quite want to cooperate. The sound of buttons and the zipper being undone like the sound of victory in Beth's ears as she made her way through the layers of fabric until her fingertips touched hot flesh.
Snow's fingers slowly slipped out of Beth, stroking over Beth's sensitive clit one more time. The soft touch was an overstimulation to Beth, bordering on painful, little shockwaves ran through her, and yet it only left her wanting more.
One arm around Beth's waist, stroking himself with the other, coating himself in Beth's juices, Snow rubbed the head of his cock against Beth's cunt. Again Beth clung to Snow, her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, while she tried her best to tilt her hips to meet his movements. The mewl that escaped Beth's mouth when Snow entered her in one fluid motion carried nothing other than bliss.
Snow's hands seemed to be all over Beth, stroking along her back, her thighs, her butt, featherlight touches while he gave her time to get used to the fullness. When Beth started to grind her hips against Snow one of his hands shot up and wrapped itself around her neck, holding her tightly against him. Beth's heavy breathing soon turned to whimpering, the position burying Snow's cock impossibly deep in her cunt while her clit rubbed against his pelvis with every snap of her hips.
Beth squeezed her eyes shut and dug her nails into Snow's shirt when he finally started to meet her hips with soft deep thrusts, rocking into her while he held her against him.
'Such a good girl.' It was Snow's groan at the end of his sentence that took Beth over the edge again. Tears were forming in the corners of Beth's eyes as her muscles contracted forcefully around Snow's cock, making him follow her over. Snow twitching inside of her was the last thing Beth felt before everything other than the rush of hormones through her body became unimportant - all-consuming bliss.